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london on da track - no flag lyrics

[intro: 21 savage and nicki minaj]
woah, woah
n-gg-s tryna come and tryna make another me
i heard they called for the queen
n-gg-s tryna come and tryna make another me
woah, woah
uh, young money

n-gg-s tryna come and tryna make another me
my baby momma b-tching, but she still be f-cking me
you blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker

[verse 1: 21 savage]
i got her bent over, finna f-ck her, f-ck her
them boys police them n-gg-s undercover
lil’ b-tch that p-ssy so dry you finna break the rubber
i done took a n-gg- life and i’ll take another

[chorus: 21 savage]
young n-gg- pull up gon’ spaz
young n-gg- got that bag
young n-gg- run the jazz
n-gg- we ain’t goin’ out sad
y’all n-gg-s goin’ out bad
y’all n-gg-s hang around feds
y’all n-gg-s make a n-gg- laugh
y’all n-gg-s make a n-gg- laugh
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags

[verse 2: offset]
offset
we can not throw in the towel
n-gg-s’ll gun you down
you better moo like a cow
n-gg-s’ll shoot up the crowd
dressed in all black like a trial
these n-gg-s will run in your house
f-cking a thot in her mouth
i dolcegabbana my couch
big ballin’ sh-t, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
b-tch sucking d-ck for the fame, get the f-ck out
got me a perc’
sip me some syrup
i’m tripping the f-ck out
send me the skkrt
send in a merc and he get knocked out
shawty so bad
shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
i didn’t even ask
i just wanna smash so b-tch bending over
i pray i don’t crash
i’m sippin’ on act’ so b-tch i can’t focus
i cut ’em off fast
i go get the bad then go by the ocean
hit your hoe from the blindside
i got it on me, i’m fine you dine
eat the b-tch, she wine and dine
i f-ck her she whine and crying
but when it get live, you n-gg-s ain’t down to ride
your n-gg-s ’bout it? doubt it
my n-gg-s turn to michael myers

[chorus: 21 savage]
young n-gg- pull up gon’ spaz
young n-gg- got that bag
young n-gg- run the jazz
n-gg- we ain’t goin’ out sad
y’all n-gg-s goin’ out bad
y’all n-gg- hang around feds
y’all n-gg-s make a n-gg- laugh
y’all n-gg-s make a n-gg- laugh
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags
n-gg- we ain’t throwing no flags

[verse 3: nicki minaj]
lil’ b-tch i heard these labels tryna make another me
everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
i heard i’m stopping bags, word to sh-ggy it wasn’t me
these b-tches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
i’m a white picket fence b-tch, you a on the bench b-tch
see me in the gym now these b-tches wanna go bench press
i ain’t f-cking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
yes, i am the queen, i’m still trying to find the princess
they know my name ring bells so they still press
say the queen name you can get some ill press
that went right over your head, you should feel blessed
must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
b-tches is finito, i call my car rico
cause it’s paid in full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
london got that heat though, my jet land at heathrow
if i had a d-ck, i would make all you b-tches deep throat

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